One Of The Good Elements Of Old

... Love Is Healing, Even Rootless Love.

I Sometimes Think Men Don't 'hear' Very Well, If I Take Your Meaning To Be 'understand What Is Going On In A Person.' That's What Makes Them So Restful. Women Wear Each Other Out With Their Everlasting Touching Of The Nerve.

We Are All Jellyfish, Too Pitiful And Too Afraid Of Being Disliked To Be Honest.

In The Middle Of The Night, Things Well Up From The Past That Are Not Always Cause For Rejoicing--the Unsolved, The Painful Encounters, The Mistakes, The Reasons For Shame Or Woe. But All, Good Or Bad, Give Me Food For Thought, Food To Grow On.

The More Articulate One Is, The More Dangerous Words Become.